Orion By Jack Byun
each day we continue striding forward, though sometimes weak and weary we march on, creating sense for ourselves with each step to make art of all colors and forms to create love, to discover the unknown, to put new points on the map to connect our memories and thoughts and experiences into intricate spider webs of life, each point like the shining pearls of Orion’s belt, those pin-pricked specks of hopeful light in the blank black carpet of winter sky each utterance, each observation a carefully inscribed line of an old epic long told. We trudge on through the mud, even on those unforgiving rainy days that make our skin soggy and chill our bones to the marrow to at last be warmed, comforted, embraced by friends, family and amicable strangers and by the human passion we serendipitously share and through appreciation of this paper-thin, fleeting window of eternity we’re given in order to continue on this foggy journey out to a vast sea.
Vol. XLI, Issue I 19
